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Ripples of Love

Clear sky with white lining of clouds, under the blanket of the shining sun, he looked around to find his adored song of life, Geet. It was very crammed full with people here and there with bags of shopping. Some women with men to hold the bags, and some people were in-group holding up bags for themselves. He inspected his pockets to find his mobile.

“Gita, you need to stop….” Rachit heard and thought it was Geet, when he pulled out his phone. However, to his eyes, there was not any Geet around. He tried to call her, when he ended up no network coverage every time. “She supposed to be here.” He said to himself. He started moving to place she could be entering the market place.

It was not like lost always. They both were one as an essence to ignore the world around. Cipher and songs they listened as one, on some tapped foot and other they just counted stars all dark. Clock had sound on wall of their house, but to them time was never ticking. He goes to his habitual work, once dropping her at her workplace. However, last night…

“You never told me about these friends of yours.” He asked when saw a picture of her. In the picture, they were her friends, who she is not familiar with anymore. She was like other days preparing for the dinner.

“I suppose something need not to be told but interpreted.” She kept stirring the pan. “Perhaps, you don’t need to know a few things.” He stood dazed. She insulted the trust mayhap. Then he walked away for wrangle to end there only.

She noticed him go, but did not utter anything. She wanted to share something to him. A life, he might be waiting to hear. She had placed an envelope on table. A number of drops fell down her dimpled chicks. The special night all together called off. He walked streets for a mile. Then on roadside, he halted to reinvestigate his move. For all love and trust, he himself reminded of days of their past together. A beautiful house they bought, with a room for the kid, he wanted to have to make his life complete. Kanika as name decided for the girl and Ranveer for the boy. They both were at different places, but still going through same thoughts. Late night, he returned to house, and found her on bed lying. He took sofa for the night.

Next day, everything was on its place, but Rachit on couch. On his waking up, he found blanket over him, and a note on table. The note says:

“Going to market for groceries”. She certainly had forgotten the previous night, he thought. He saw the envelope addressing Geet from Dr. Sethi. The envelope contained a report that stated the condition of Mrs. Geet Gupta. He jumped and rushed to the bazaar.

Back to Marketplace:

She was, with two bags of some groceries and vegetables in hand, standing on other side of the road. She found her beloved perplexed in the crowd. She stepped towards him. He saw her walking out of crowd. With no delay, he swiftly walked to her, and hugged her. Astonished she treated him to a coy smile.

“Why did you not tell me?” he said at last. “Because I wanted it to be a surprise for the last night.” She replied with wet eyes.

“I am sorry.” He cleared her eyes. “I love you and Thank You.”

Note: This is a Work of Fiction. Rachit and Geet are fictional characters.